St Anthony of Padua


DB_DSC7186 Friar & AngelI do remember that day in the Jubilee Year

‘When I entered the Church in Lisbon

And tears rolled down my cheeks

A warm welcome I had sensed

To Lisbon

To the Church where St Anthony of Padua is venerated


I do also remember that day in Akita, Japan

When in the Garden I had so cheerfully spoken

To my Guardian Angel and named the angel Francesco

Oh, those days are long gone

Those days are in the past

They bring a smile to me now

And I thank God for guiding me

For letting me mature in my faith

For letting me grow spiritually

No longer drinking milk

But feasting on solid food

Relishing the Word of God

Contemplating on His immense love

Praise the Lord!


#4 – Still trust Him

This is a very important piece of testimony on the Opening Night of the RCIA at the Church of the Holy Spirit. In reblogging this, I pray that the hearts of many will continue to be open to the Holy Spirit and His many gifts, including the Gift of FAITH!

Degeneration to Transplantation

Technically the first day of work today.
I finished updating contact in the company phone and created excel spreadsheets. I’m so surprised at myself that I could finish them so fast. I thought I’d be distracted but I was in the zone!
Shows that sometimes all we need to do is focus.

It’s the opening night of RCIA at the Church of the Holy Spirit. I still remember sitting amongst the crowd last year. I’ve made bosom friends that I don’t hesitate joining for another year. Moreover, I missed many sessions last year due to hospital checks and admissions.

Honestly, because Andy isn’t going tonight, I did consider not going as I came back tired from work and laziness started creeping through my spine. But I still decided to go and I’m glad I did.
To be honest, after what happened over the weekend, I did feel angry with God…

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just because.

Happy to be re-blogging this from my young friend.

A bene placito

because I would not want to live one moment without knowing you, and would rather die knowing you; because I want my tongue to give you incessant praise, and should I one day be unable to do so by my infirmity, then allow my every breath to give you praise; because my every thought is shaped around giving you my mind, my will, my memory, I want you to occupy every crevice of my being, and fill me up to overflowing; because your joy is my strength, I want my every action to lead to your glorious grace, I want my joy to be complete in you alone, my strength; because you have no hands and no feet, I want my limbs to be at your service, to walk a thousand and one miles if you willed me to, to kneel and prostrate if you willed me to; because everything…

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Christmas 2014

Photos taken in late 2014. The first shows a little of the famous tourist belt – Orchard Road. I was rather disappointed to see this and it was on a night when there was a slight drizzle. I had gone for dinner with two friends one evening in late November, one of whom was from Thailand, and so this shot was taken from the restaurant itself. We enjoyed our Chinese food very much, and as we talked, our eyes were also looking out of the window.

Lesson number one for me is: Be patient.


Just two nights before Christmas I took the time to see the lights and the decorations again at Orchard Road. This time I was like a child in wonderland. I kept thinking that this has to be the best. It was lovely! The co-ordination of colours. The ideas which showed such creativity. Kudos to one and all! Unfortunately I had not my camera and my second lesson is: No unnecessary hoarding of things that don’t really matter.  Photos are included! I had made a deliberate choice not to bring my camera with me.



Christmas Mt AP1200810The photo with the incomplete Nativity scene, and the last two are from Mt A Hospital Chapel.  I had gone there in November and so it was not complete. But this Chapel is one of my favourite places for quiet time with our Lord.  A lovely place indeed for silence with the One who loves us all. Gregorian chants are played softly and when one closes one’s eyes, it would not be too far fetched if I said that one seemed almost transported to another place, perhaps in a monastery or a nunnery far away.

The rest of the photos with the complete Nativity scene are from the parish where I worship. How touching it is to have the sculptor create the Infant Jesus with arms outstretched. One could interpret it in several ways. Carry me, it seems to suggest. I welcome you! Thanks be to God for our Saviour! Praise to Abba Father!

God has sent us a Saviour. I take delight in the point that He came for all. He came not just for some but for all. And I am reminded that I really need to make one more resolution. Never let go of any opportunity to bring Jesus to another. And I am glad I was able to share that with someone I had not met for almost thirty years!

To evangelise another is not too difficult. I prayed before the meeting and I invited our Lord to be with us. So it turned out that we had a swell time together. The conversation was meaningful. It was all about life, faith, family and kingdom values. Thank God!P1200807P1200637P1200636




Children Eucharistic Adoration

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Rest in peace

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My friends had wanted to visit the Cathedral of the Sacred Heart on the day prior to our departure. But I suggested that we visit the grave of the late Fr. Iker first. We did. We also saw the graves of many other missionaries. When it was over, we crossed the road to go to the Cathedral. Immediately I recognise the signs pointing to a funeral. It was such a blessing. We not only spoke to the Bishop, a very gentle person, like most Thai people. Then we decided to join the mass. It was my first Thai funeral mass. Although I could not understand the language, I was deeply moved by the hymns that were sung. There was the pianist and the flutist adding to the solemnity of the occasion with their skilful renditions.

What impressed me too was to see the students who played the musical instruments during the procession from the convent nearby. These were students in the Catholic school run by some of the nuns, I believe. I had no chance to find out why the soldiers had the honour of carrying the coffin of Sr. Marie.  Besides that, I was impressed by most of the women present at the funeral mass. They seemed to be wearing their Sunday best although the colour was black. Smart looking and so dignified. There was reverence shown through the silence kept. Praise God!

So there is a season for everything. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to laugh and a time to weep. Whatever it is, may we always find time with our loved ones. We know not the day or the hour. Praise God!